No food, <br />No hope <br />The old man <br />Is past caring. <br />But the boy laughs <br />At his peeling skin. <br /> <br />He has no hope either <br />But being young <br />He thinks nothing is hopeless <br />When you are alive, <br />Even a swollen belly.<br /><br />willow moon pearce<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/india-2/
